Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.